"Brother!" The body of a strong witch man rolled down the bamboo ladder and lay in front of Baheng's bed. Blood kept oozing out of his vest and flowing to the ground.

"Xiao Liu! Lao Ma! Ergouzi! Big horn!" Ba Heng turned off the bed, exclaimed the name of the tribe's people, and half of the wine barrel in his hand spilled. He touched the scimitar hanging on the wall, but he was drunk and his body became weak, so he couldn't even grasp the handle of the knife.

Something happened! First, Zhi Shouzhen urinated, and then the others settled the score with him, one by one, and there was no one. Finally, even Babei, who had not touched the wine, ran up and turned into a corpse. Baheng tried his best to hold the steel knife tightly and dragged it on his thigh. The blade cut through the flesh, and a squirming pain of blood. The alcoholic spirit suddenly woke up halfway.

Escape! Escape first! No matter who is messing around, the uncle will definitely not be able to spare him! Ba Heng calmed down and staggered out the door.

"Ruming!" A thin figure rolled down from the bamboo ladder, his clothes were covered in blood, and his temples were scattered, which was Zhi Huzhen!

Ba Heng's foot stepped out of the threshold and stopped.

"Yes...yes..." Zhi Shouzhen's eyes were dissipated, and he was as angry as a wandering spring. He still shook his blood-stained hand and stretched out his rope to Ba Heng, "Yes..."

"What? What's going on?" Ba Heng hesitated for a moment and couldn't help asking. If he didn't understand anything, he would ask for help, he would be scolded by Barre.

Zhi Shouzhen said something vaguely. Ba Heng saw that there was no movement on the top, gritted his teeth and ran back, grabbed Zhi Shouzhen and growled, "Tell me quickly! What's going on, you turtle son?"

"Yes--" Zhi Shunzhen's lips moved, and Ba Heng leaned over his ears and approached his mouth. Suddenly, a sharp stinging pain came from the corner of his forehead. A dagger inserted into his temple, and blood overflowed silently.

Ba Heng roared wildly and raised his head suddenly. Zhi Shouzhen slowly let go of the dagger and looked at him quietly: "It was me who said hello to Ba Lang. You have been wearing this wolf fur coat for too long."

Ba Heng's eyes were so angry that he raised his knife hard. Zhi Shouzhen looked at him calmly, motionless. "Bang!" The steel knife slid to the ground weakly, and Ba Heng fell down.

Zhi Shuzhen took a breath and climbed to the sentry post. The corpses were everywhere, and under the cliff, Ma Hua approached quickly along the sheep intestine path, and he could climb to the top of the cliff in about one stick of incense.

Zhi Shouzhen dragged the corpse of the tribe down, and buried it under the cypress tree on the cliff together with Ba Heng. Then, he bit his finger and drew an ancient witch talisman at the burial place. Blood seeped into the loess, and a strange red light flashed through the witch talisman and disappeared.

At the same time, faint red light flashed across the terraces, pigpens, pits, bamboo forests and other places in the village. After a while, the Dongpo where the Wu Ji lived was shaking, and the rocks shaking, and the piles of rocks made a strange buzzing sound.

"Hmm?" Wu Qi suddenly felt something and pushed the door out. The rugged rocks on all sides were like monsters shaking from the sleeping monsters, emitting invisible ripples, stimulating each other, spreading towards the entire mountain village.

"This - is it the Eight Formation Diagram?" Zhi You was shocked and could not believe his eyes. A series of light flashed across the surface of the rock group, flowing and connecting, gathering into a mysterious formation texture.

Further away, the fire leaps and spreads rapidly. Countless bamboo buildings, trees are trapped in the sea of ​​fire, burning and collapse. The crying of women and children, the running of tribesmen, and the screams of cattle and sheep are rising one after another.

"What's wrong with this? The fire or..." Zhi Yu became more and more frightened, rubbing his hands dryly for a moment and was at a loss.

"Silly, it is clear that someone has activated the formation here." Wu Qi stared at the pile of rocks with a cold look, "Didn't you tell me that these piles of stones are useless? Why, there is actually someone who can cast the eight formation map of the secret Zhuyou of your witch clan?"

Zhi You was confused: "Impossible, the Eight Formation Map has long been lost. Could it be that Barre was making a fuss? Or Wang Ziqiao? But he is an outsider, even if he is a skilled person, he cannot control the witch formation. This requires the blood of the witch clan."

Wu Qisenran said: "Looking at the distribution of the fire in the village, the layers are orderly. It is obvious that someone deliberately sets fire and launches it with the Eight Formation Chart. You are a fool, you have been kept in the dark. The water in this small village is much deeper than you think."

Zhi You was stunned for a moment and suddenly shouted, "I know! The strange things that happened in the village in the past two years must have been done by them! Ma Hua's death cannot be separated from them!" He couldn't suppress his fear on his face and murmured, "Who are they? What are they doing? I heard from the old Wu Ji that together with the Eight Formation Map, the entire village will be completely closed, and they can only enter and not exit. The noble Mr. Wu Qi, what should we do now?"

Wu Qi stood silently, his black robe was blown by the wind, like the dark clouds rolling in the night sky. After a long time, a sharp sneer oozed out of the corner of his mouth: "We don't have to do anything, just wait here, they will come to the door."

"Bang!"

The last horse turned into a double claw and buckled the rock. It jumped several feet and landed heavily on the top of the cliff, causing sand and gravel to splash.

The Ma Hua team, with a total of 100, all climbed up the cliff, wearing vine armor, and were full of murderous aura, quickly integrating into ten battle formations.

A group of horses surrounded the sentry tower and jumped straight. "Crack!" The sentry tower broke into pieces and fell down with a bang, causing a cloud of dust.

"Captain Sun Hu, there is no one inside, but there is fresh blood." A Ma Hua, who has white hair on his cheeks, reported.

Sun Hu had a rough face, a bulging forehead and a wide mouth, a strong body with a bulging muscles as high as ten feet high, and a thick yellow hair on the back of his neck and a back of his hands. His eyes swept around and turned to the direction of the village's fire, and a fierce light flashed through his yellow pupils.

"Captain Sun Hu, should you check it first before taking action?" Ma Hua, who had white hair on his cheeks, hesitated, "This is a bit wrong, it seems that someone deliberately led us over. But the village caught fire again, if someone was in trouble..."

"Don't worry about that! What tricks can a small village do?" Sun Hu waved his arm and said without saying anything, "According to the old rules, all men will kill them, and women will rape them first and then kill them!"

"But..." The white-haired Ma Hua was still talking about it, and Sun Hu glared at him viciously: "Whoever dares to touch our Ma Hua will have to pay for his blood debt! This is the iron rule of the Ma Hua clan's rampant wilderness!"

He pulled out the flame red copper stick that was inserted diagonally from behind and pointed at the village from afar: "Little ones, wash the village today, kill it with great pleasure!"

Ma Hua roared together, and a hundred people gathered into a triangular rushing formation, like a mountain torrent gate, pounced away. Sun Hu was pressing at the end of the formation, his burning eyes were like a substantial beam of light, sweeping back and forth along the way. Didn’t he know that this was strange? But how could the excuse of killing come to the door be pushed away for nothing? Ma Hua’s martial arts path is the path of body refining, which requires a lot of resources, and burning, killing, looting is the fastest way.

Flying sand and stones, strange roars and wood, Ma Hua was holding rolling dust and approaching the center of the mountain village at an astonishing high speed. The Wu people were busy and putting out fires everywhere. They were crushed by the angry tide of Ma Hua's battle formation. On the spot, the meat flew everywhere, blood splashed, and there was no time to scream.

"Ma Hua!" On the stilt building in the distance, Barre stood in front of the window, and his heart suddenly sank.

Feng Yu's expression changed slightly: "Has the nobles got involved in Ma Hua?"

"Brother Feng Yu, I can't figure out what's going on. But I know that Ma Hua became cruel and never left a living mouth, just for fear of implicating Feng Yu's brothers." Barre glanced at Feng Yu coldly. The village caught fire, and Ma Hua rushed out of the back mountain again, and most of the tribe had insiders.

Feng Yu hesitated for a moment and said, "Maybe there are any misunderstandings between the nobles and Ma Hua. You might as well explain them clearly to avoid the loss of life."

"Puchi!" In a hurry, a wind medium could not dodge and her chest was dug open by Ma Hua. Ma Hua grabbed out his steaming heart, stuffed it into his big mouth, chewing it squeaked, and blood flowed out along the corner of his furry mouth.

Feng Yu clenched his fingers, and a look of grief appeared on his face. Barrey had no expression on his face: "Ma Hua has always been arrogant, how can he listen to others' explanations?" He was secretly frightened. This group of Ma Hua was powerful in combat and skillful in killing and fighting was not something that the tribe members could resist. With this thought, he couldn't help but feel a little bit of retreat.

"Swoosh--" The sharp wind roared, and a white light shot out from the depths of the bushes, as fast as lightning, and suddenly penetrated through Ma Hua's throat. The white light never left, driving Ma Hua forward several feet and inserted it on the ground, which was a shaking steel knife.

Ma Hua screamed one after another, his power was like a mad tiger, and his fighting became more and more fierce. Bare, Feng Yu, changed his expression and killed Ma Hua, and there was no room for maneuver. Bare looked at the bushes unwillingly, and roared and jumped out of the building.

"Master Wuwu is here!" "Fuck these turtle sons to death!" "Fuck you guys, fight with them!" The tribe members shouted repeatedly, gradually stabilized the chaos, grabbed the steel knife and fought back. A group of wind media also gathered together, jumped on the antelope lizard, and started a fight.

"Kill!" Barre was in mid-air and roared with fists. The turbid air that was gushing out quickly was like a boulder, hitting the sharp corner of the Ma Hua battle formation. The two Ma Hua's mouths at the front were bleeding and knocked out, and the arm bones and ribs were broken.

Barre frowned slightly, and his punch was filled with turbid air and angrily attacked him. Unexpectedly, the horse transformed into wounds and did not die, and the skin, flesh, muscles and bones were far stronger than ordinary people.

A strange cry like ape rose into the air, and a huge shadow popped out quickly from the tail of the Ma Hua formation, forcibly intercepted him before he landed.

"Pai Pa!" A series of legs flew, with great force and strong force, and was as sharp as a dragon. He kicked Barree so hard that he flew backwards. He was tired of parrying and had no chance to fight back.

"Shadowless Legs." Feng Yu stared at the battle situation, and a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes. Ma Hua was powerful and he would revenge his grudges. If Feng Media completely turned against them, he would go on a wilderness in the future and would not know how many innocent people would die. He did not care about his own life and death, but he was concerned about the safety of other Feng Media caravans.

In the air, Sun Hu kicked, kicked, slid, swept, hooked, and kept dense. Every time Barre blocked, he cleverly used his strength to leap again. And every kick he kicked out was sharp and tricky, and the turbid air was thick, kicking Barre into the air again and again, unable to land and return to his breath.

Seeing that something was wrong, Barrey made a fierce move, and suddenly wrapped his arms, shaped like hugging the moon, clamping Sun Hu's left leg tightly, allowing the other leg to pedal his shoulders continuously. "Broke it for me!" Barrey's mouth was bleeding, and his arm exerted force, trying to break the other leg.

"Pai!" Barree ate more than ten feet, his internal organs fluctuated violently, and his shoulders swollen. But Sun Hu was also locked tightly by him and could not move. Both sides fell down at the same time.

The moment the soles of his feet touched the ground, Barrey's back arched and he slammed Sun Hu's left leg, and the twisted creaking sound of his bones was clearly heard. Suddenly, Sun Hu's arm suddenly grew, and he walked around his crotch in an extremely abnormal posture, and accurately hit Barrey's chin.

"Bang!" Barrey fell, vomiting blood from his mouth, and rolled on the ground for more than ten feet.

"Tong'er arm fist!" Feng Yu sighed, and the cloak was bulging like a sail, and like a floating cloud floating towards the battlefield.
Chapter completed!